Moonrise. Sunset.

Sometimes, I wish the roof would
tear off and a black hole
would suck me into space.
I hear it’s quite peaceful
up there,
or it can be,
with the right equipment.
I could just float
through the vastness,
watching the sun rise
and fall,
the moon come and go,
the stars do their old, old
criss-cross in deep space.

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